Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Singapore and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Colin Newman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun City Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Rekid,
Liliput,
Sister Nancy,
The Busters,
Bad Manners,
PIL,
Amon Düül,
Moebius,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed,
Animal Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dennis Brown,
Toni Rubio,
Royal Trux,
Maleditus Sound,
Von Mondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The New Christs,
Flash Fearless,
the Human League,
Cameo,
Yusef Lateef,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABBA,
Silicon Teens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sight & Sound,
Intrusion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minutemen,
In Retrospect,
Radio Birdman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Max Romeo,
Babytalk,
Ultra Naté,
Cheater Slicks,
Supertramp,
The Buckinghams,
H. Thieme,
Eden Ahbez,
Altered Images,
Judy Mowatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Order,
X-102,
Zero Boys,
K-Klass,
Johnny Clarke,
Wolf Eyes,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.